Chapter 170: A Prelude Reeking of Danger

Shang Linjun carried Yan Jinxi out of the Yan residence. Due to the bitter cold outside, the moment they crossed the threshold, Shang Linjun could distinctly feel the slight trembling of Yan Jinxi's body held within his arms. He quickened his pace toward his car, settled her inside, and turned the heater up to its maximum capacity. At this point, it was impossible to tell from Shang Linjun's expression whether he was angry or not. She probed cautiously, "Wasn't my behavior today entirely out of character for me?"

Shang Linjun did not speak immediately. He merely adjusted the coat draped over Yan Jinxi's shoulders and touched her hands, finding them no longer as icy as before. Only then did he start the engine and reply, "Spend less time with Mo Qinghan in the future."

"No, I am deeply grateful to have her—"

However, the difference between having wisdom and lacking it immediately became apparent. One with wisdom, upon realizing a situation is hopeless, will instantly employ the thirty-six stratagems and flee rather than foolishly stay put to await death.

The man's voice drew the attention of those outside. With a loud bang, the heavy doors were kicked open, and a large group of people immediately rushed in.

The map only indicated that the Void Illusion Realm was located on this isolated island; the client had not specified the exact coordinates, meaning he still had to search for it.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two and the Boiling Mandarin Duck Beast King shrank to a mere two hundred meters, and at this moment, the beast king also spotted them.

Covering the distance from three hundred meters to three hundred and ninety meters had taken Han Yan nearly an entire day. Since there was only perpetual daylight here, this was merely the result of his own mental estimation.

"She is my direct superior now, the manager of the Public Relations and Publicity Department," An Zhiqing said calmly, taking a sip of water.

The army was a place for rigorous training and enduring hardship. To come here simply to pamper oneself and maintain health—wouldn't that be enough to make others laugh their heads off?

This was a cursed object quite similar to the headless monster's cloak, and its duration was impressively long, though its drawbacks were equally glaring.

In truth, he did not hold any profound feelings for Lin Huixian; he felt immense gratitude toward her solely because she had extended a helping hand during his lowest trough, but no other romantic sentiments were mixed in.

Having said that, Zhang San suddenly snapped back to his senses. He discovered that he had returned once more to this very place, filling his face with bitterness. Through the window, he could see the massive black dog lingering outside, meaning his escape plan had to end right here.

An eight-star Douhuang cultivator wore a smile on his face, yet he had forgotten that his speed was utterly incapable of keeping up with his opponent.

Hearing this, I reached out to feel the space ahead of me, but touched nothing at all. Perhaps due to the decline in my cultivation, I was now completely unable to perceive the barrier Kui had mentioned.

If we had not intervened, and Zhang Cang and Teng Yirou had continued to dwell within that tomb, perhaps none of this would have changed.

My brow furrowed, and a deep sense of discomfort washed over me. What did they take me for? My blood was being drawn at a moment's notice—did anyone ever bother to ask my permission?

At this moment, Su Yiqing did not wish to speak, fearing that the moment she opened her mouth, her turbulent emotions would spill over and let Yangyang discover something was amiss.

After repeating "good" several times over, Ling Qing finally withdrew her gaze from Liancheng Yingyao.

Having given all her instructions, Su Yiqing left the room, while Yangyang hurriedly scrambled down from the bed and clicked open the chat dialog box.

"The bloodstains acquired by the lingering spirits are not particularly abundant, but relatively speaking, lingering spirits are much safer. Fengning, you should go and eliminate those lingering spirits!" Liu Cong said, looking at Fengning.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Mo is blessed with natural good fortune and will surely recover," Murong Xue comforted.

I am certain that if there were a specialized place for cultivation among the cloud-shrouded mountains, the concentration of spiritual energy would far surpass that of the Yan Gate.

"Let him pay the bill. Rest assured, until it is paid in full, he won't be leaving this place." Pointing at the office worker who was looking for an escape route upon sensing trouble, the man left these calm words and walked straight away.

At this point, Ziruo conveniently broadcasted a piece of news: early this morning, the top leader of the Huaiha Republic and General Jiang Hao, a senior general of the military, had gone to the monument to lay wreaths, alongside people from all walks of life who had come forward spontaneously to mourn.

Even if apprenticeship was impossible for now, simply spending every day in the company of Teacher Jiang's disciples carried immense deterrent power. After all, no matter what one was doing, outsiders would have to exercise caution out of respect for the unknown depth of one's relationship with Teacher Jiang.